Basically a 1960s version of Fifty Shades of Grey, set amidst some very pretty European countryside. The simple-minded main character was about as flimsy as her helmet's plastic face shield, and I found myself wishing she'd just crash already so we could all go on with our lives.
From the sublime to the ridiculous. From out-dated psychedelic effects to beautiful images. And the same fatal destiny as the free spirits in Easy Rider. What was the moral of this film: that it's better to stay faithful to your dull husband? Or never forget your helmet in a German pub?